When I was a child, I didn't understand and thought they were playing with me. When I grow up, I find myself like a clown. Even if I don't like something, I still have to say I like it and smile. It turns out that people without a home are so miserable, living under the shelter of others, like wandering duckweeds. It turns out that I have never experienced this kind of thing like sitting down to eat together as a family. It turns out that you can't say it out loud if you like it, otherwise you will look like a weirdo. It turns out that confident people are so good-looking.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
